Slower

I thought about the totally weird and beautiful skyline of New Mexico's Tent Rocks National Monument while I walked down the suddenly and strangely magical Park Avenue last Saturday when it was a 3-mile pedestrian mall.

There's a small beach on California's Big Sur coast that's unmarked, unnamed and unvisited. Nobody goes there. If you do, it's your private beach. When you get there, for real, it's like a fantasy. Press play and fantasize for 90 seconds. Slowly.

A two and a half-minute vacation. 150 seconds in slow motion. A good Sunday pace. Look at a breathtakingly beautiful place. And do nothing else. It's just a couple of minutes. And it's Sunday. Just press Play.

The heat wave broke. Everything looks better and, here in town, smells better. Really fresh air. Like June, when the gardenia was in blossom and walking near it was like instant aromatherapy. It's Sunday. Take a break. Press Play. Breathe. Slower.

Today, let's be Better Cooler Slower. All the way back to, well, a couple of months ago. Before the heat. Take a little break, just a couple of minutes, to look at something cool and beautiful. And do nothing else. It's Sunday. Just press Play.